Jan 2013
When I was thirteen
My best friend called me
from the hospital payphone.
She scratched her veins out
And I was the one who bled
ink.
My best friend called me
from the hospital payphone.
She scratched her veins out
And I was the one who bled
ink.
I went through some old poems and yeah, I realized something. I started writing the day after that phone call.
